Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Russia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Smog,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.